Slappy and the girls soon arrived at the hospital. They passed the waiting room, but Shelly stopped and sat in a chair.

Slappy took notice and put a hand on her shoulder. "Are you not coming with us?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I would," she admitted. "But it is none of my business to tag along. It is not my baby, and I want to be polite and let you and Mary-Ellen find out."

"But you will be in the baby's life. That is, if the baby is for real. And I am the father." He brushed her hair. "You are my girlfriend after all."

"Shelly is right," Mary-Ellen agreed. "This is between you and me. She will find out when we get the results."

Shelly grabbed a magazine from a nearby table and opened it. "I will be right here when you two get back."

Slappy sighed. "Fine." He kissed the top of her head and looked at Mary-Ellen. "If the baby is indeed mine, then we will talk about custody arrangements. I still want to be with Shelly."

"Yes." Mary-Ellen rolled her eyes. "Of course."

Mary-Ellen and Slappy waved goodbye to Shelly and walked down the hall to the doctor's office. Mary-Ellen tried to get Slappy to hold her hand, but Slappy would not budge.

"We are not together," he reminded her.

As soon as they left, two figures appeared in front of Shelly. She looked up and was shocked.

"Wally? Snappy? What are you guys doing here?"